The sadness never ends...
It keeps coming back, creeping slowly into my brain. Everyday gets harder and it's as though everywhere I look it's dark and everyone is dying. But that's the point of life right? To one day die and never come back? At least that's what I'm beginning to believe. Everyday I'm pushed around, and sometimes I think to myself and ask, ¨will it really ever end?¨
I try to act like I'm happy but I can't. It's just a mask and none of it's real. At night I ask myself, ¨Do I really need to be here?¨ The answer I come up with is no. I'm hurting but no one is helping me. Why won't you help me? I thought you needed me.
But if that was true you would have already saved me. Was I ever enough for anyone? Am I enough now?
No... no I'm not, and I never will be.
So, if the sadness does end it will be when I die, not while I'm still alive. But even then the sadness never ends...
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The Sadness Never Ends
Short StoryThis is another short story I wrote about 2 years ago based on my depression. I hope some of you, if anyone does end up reading these stories, that you can relate and maybe, just maybe this will help you feel like someone does understand.
